Today I am pleased to share 5 stories of encounters with the spirit of a loved one from Powered by Intuition readers.

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Nothing touches us more than losing someone we love especially when it is a parent or grandparent. The grief can be unbearable.

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The painful loss leaves a hole in our soul that cannot be filled. But sometimes we are lucky enough to be “visited” by the one we miss and this changes everything.

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Suddenly upon being visited we are “healed” of our intense grief. We continue to miss them but we instantly feel so much better.

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While they are not back for good we know that they aren’t gone forever either and that they continue to exist, and this gives us great hope and healing.

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It was a foggy Wednesday morning around 2 am when I awoke from a deep sleep to see the most beautiful image of a woman at the end of my bed. She wore a long sleeved white gown with a square neckline her dark wavy hair fell to her shoulders.

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She looked down at my daughter lying next to me sleeping, her pale face glowed with a most beautiful and serene smile. I knew at once it was my mum. She had said she would come back to one of us when she passed. I’m so pleased she chose me.

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She left as quick as she came leaving the room smothered in a loving energy.

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–Annette Bullivant

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Since I was very young, I could sense spiritual presences. The fact that our family moved several times during my childhood and that every house we lived in had at one time someone who passed away in it provided a lot of interesting little experiences, both good and bad. I’ve heard them talk, felt them tap my shoulder, and seen them carry things around the house in mischief.

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My beloved father passed away just over 5 years ago. Shortly after the day he passed, I saw faint images of him wherever I went. I told a few family members, but they dismissed it as my imagination and grief. But it didn’t feel like that at all. And wherever I saw him, it was fleeting, and he was smiling–clearly, he was happy in the state he was now in, and despite being heartbroken, I accepted that. I wanted him to know absolute happiness. If anyone deserved it, he did. After his burial, I didn’t see him anymore.

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Although I wasn’t able to fully grieve his passing as I feel I needed to–I had young children to care for–I was still very down for a few years. I ached to see him, to talk to him, to in some way know the essence of him was still around somehow. As much as I wanted that, I think, in hindsight, I was simply too down to sense it. It was not until two years ago when something sort of impressed itself upon me that it was time to get up and live life again that I began sensing his energy.

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It started when one of my daughter’s toys–a play telephone–was left alone in the living room and said, “Hello? Is anybody there?” and we’d never heard it say that before, nor ever again. We wondered if it was him.

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Then, one day I was working on my truck (that used to be his) and encountered a problem I couldn’t seem to figure out. I just said, “Dad, I sure could use your help.” A short time later, the difficulty seemed to disappear and the answer came simply to me, almost out of the blue, without my thinking about it.

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Since then, whenever I get stuck on something or have to find something, I just ask him for help, and whatever it is I can’t find turns up within minutes. I’m led directly to a spot that I would never think of looking, and sure enough, whatever it is, is there.

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It started to be sort of a humorous thing, because it was a little out of character for him, and of all the ways we could communicate, I wouldn’t have guessed this was going to be it. But it happens without fail. Sometimes I think he’s still being “The Dad” and coming to the rescue of his daughter.

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I was somewhat skeptical at first, but once I relaxed and let myself believe, it started to happen more often. I find myself talking to him more and more now, and for that matter, other elders I love dearly who physically left this world. Despite what happens in my daily life, opening up that door has brought me much peace and insight and inspired me to do more than just exist.

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–Ayla

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My papa passed back in 1998. I was blessed to be with him at his passing over. He and I still have a strong connection.

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Just about every time I work outside in the yard, he is sitting on my porch and just grinning from ear to ear wearing his orange shaded glasses and shaking his head in disbelief at how much I am loving my “country Life.” He marvels at how much I am doing in my “country life style” such as filling 12 bird feeders, sawing logs for the fire pit, growing herbs and such. doing more and more organically all the time…

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I can feel how much joy he has seeing all of this.

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–Rosemary Pizio

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I was “visited” by my maternal grandmother at the time of her death in 1985. I was sleeping in my dorm room, freshman year in college in Wisconsin, a great distance away from my grandmother’s home in Washington where she passed after a several-year struggle with cancer. I knew she was ill, but was not sure when she would die.

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I was woken from a deep sleep to find my grandmother at my bedside. I remember feeling very comforted by her presence. She appeared as a 3D being, not a dream. I felt the softness of her skin as she placed her long-fingered hand on my forehead and told me “It’s okay. Everything will be all right. Good bye.” She proceeded to sort of disappear through the wall near my bed.

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I glanced at my digital clock that read 5:30 a.m. and for a moment felt confused about what she was doing there so far from home. I decided it was a dream and went back to sleep. At 6:30 a.m. I woke again to knocking on my door, being told there was a phone call for me on the public hall phone. I put on my robe, took the call, and it was my dad telling me my grandmother had died during the night.

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—Erin Waterman

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The day before my mother passed over I became unwell and was unable to be with her..

While I was resting I had a vision in my minds eye of my mother.

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She passed over that night and I know that Spirit sent me a message to let me know that she was going.

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I saw her very clearly.

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She is still with me and often sends me a message through a medium when i go for a reading.

She recently told me that I should contact my brother because he was going through a rough patch.

When I called him he told me that he had throat cancer and was going for treatment this week

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–Jeanette Lawrence

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I hope you enjoyed these stories of encounters with the spirit of a loved one from Powered by Intuition readers. If you have a story of your own please do feel free submit it to me.

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